FROM THE ANNUAL BILL OF MOR TALITY, NORTHAMPTON. --Placidaque: ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG. There calm at length he breathed his soul away. "O most delightful hour by man "The hour that terminates his span, "Worlds should not bribe me back to tread "Again life's dreary waste; "To see again my day o'erspread "With all the gloomy past. My home, henceforth, is in the skies, 66 Earth, seas, and sun adieu: "Áll heaven unfolded to my eyes, "I have no sight for you." Thus spake Aspasio, firm possest Of faith's supporting rod, Then breathed his soul into its rest, D He was a man among the few And all his strength from scripture drew, That rule he prized, by that he feared, For he was frail as thou or I, But when he felt it, heaved a sigh, Such lived Aspasio, and at last His joys be mine, each reader cries, They shall be yours, my verse replies, HOME. The bandit whom the laws pursue, A tent, a cave, or hollow tree, There if a doxy, or a wife, Receive the wretch escap'd from strife; While thus the poor and wretched find Cheerless amid a blooming race, Men in the lap of fortune nurst, And teaz'd by wishes ever on the wing; Who, wand'ring still through folly's maze, In search of bliss consume their days, Nor taste her genuine draught at nature's spring. Ye such the men who lead the gay, The pride and patterns of the day, Whose high-prized friendship fools and strangers boast Blush, thou! to court their barren fame; Let home, sweet home, thy presence claim, And those enjoy thy smiles who love thee most! A FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD. Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles; And torture free-born minds: embroider'd trains Inherited, not purchas'd, nor our own. Fame, honour, beauty, state, train, blood and birth, Are but the fading blossoms of the earth. I would be great, but that the sun doth still 1 would be high but see the proudest oak Rich hated: wise suspected: scorn'd if poor: more: I have wish'd all; but now I wish for neither; Great, high, rich, wise nor fair; poor I'll be rather. Would the world now adopt me for her heir, Would beauty's queen entitle me "the fair," Fame speak me fortune's minion, could I vie Angels with India; with a speaking eye Command bare heads, bow'd knees, strike justice dumb, As well as blind and lame, or give a tongue |